Carved memories…
Carved memories I found you holding the roses by the bedroom window. You were adoring the falling sun and waiting for the Autumn moon to rise. I sat with you… Continue reading
Carved memories I found you holding the roses by the bedroom window. You were adoring the falling sun and waiting for the Autumn moon to rise. I sat with you… Continue reading
Lift your eyes A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need to open our eyes and find the good in each day. … Continue reading
The songs of the seasons A Story by Coyote Poetry A Native American tale. The song of fall Warm days, cold nights. Create an restless passion. I can hear the whisper of the… Continue reading